Musebox RP

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Black Hayate had started pushing his bowl around and crying while Riza was in the bathroom. Roy knew she'd be out soon but the sound of the dog licking his lips pitifully won him over. He could at least try to find the hungry pup his food.

He had spent enough time in Riza's apartment before to find his way around in the dark and Hayate is smart enough to move out of the way as he walks into the small kitchen area. Which cabinet had the dog food again? It was one of the lower ones, yes, on the bottom shelf. Close to Hayate's bowl- of course, the most convenient placement, just as Riza would have it. He reaches out, feels the wood against his fingers, and slides his fingertips down until they find the knobs. The cabinet squeaks open and Hayate starts panting faster in anticipation.

"Just a minute. Wait. Where is your bowl?" Roy kneels and puts one hand on the container where the dog food is kept, confirming its presence. He reaches out, across the floor trying to locate the bowl Hayate had just been pushing around. "Where did you put it?" His hand meets the side of a bowl but it's the wrong one. Water splashes out of the drinking bowl at his touch and Roy sighs loudly in exasperation. Hayate whines, unbeknownst to Roy he's holding his food bowl in his jaws.

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"Please."

Easing back from the cabinet, she rests a hand on the dressing on her shoulder. "On the second shelf, sir. Careful not to hurt your hand."

As he reaches for the cups, she takes a canister from the counter and takes two teabags out, waiting for the kettle to whistle. Turning off the burner, she hesitates before touching his wrist while his hands linger near the counter, a small frown on her face. After she'd nearly dropped the kettle, she didn't think it wise to attempt pouring boiling water.

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Roy finds the handles of two mugs and after wrapping his fingers around their cool ceramic handles he confidently removes them from the cabinet and sets them gently on the counter. One small victory, which he'll gladly take.

He's surprised to feel her warm fingers on his wrist a moment later. Regardless of how often she was poking and guiding him lately it still felt like a big deal whenever they made any type of physical contact however small. He hadn't told her this; it's actually embarrassing that he makes such a big deal out of it. He isn't a young teen, at that age when it's normal to sweat over the notion of holding hands with the person one likes. How silly it is to be a grown man and make a fuss out it.

He looks in her direction, hands still, waiting for her instruction or guidance. "Is it the kettle?" he guesses, the next natural step in the process.

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Embarrassment brings a flush to her cheeks and she's relieved Roy can't see, and subsequently poke fun of, it. She was intended to be his bodyguard--just who would be protecting whom in an instance where she couldn't even lift something so light? "Yes, sir. It's heavy."

Not wanting him to burn his fingers on the stove by feeling for the kettle, she wraps her hand around his wrist and guides him to the handle. Day after day there are so many tasks that require their combined efforts, his strength and her eyes. Riza can't say she minds it, though, as she stands unusually close to her commanding officer her heart tends to beat erratically. It's probably still related to blood loss, similar to the residual weakness and fatigue. She isn't a child anymore, anyway, and such a reaction was saved for teens who can't keep their emotions in check.

She allows her hand to rest over his, palm over the dressing that covered the puncture wound from Wrath. "Thank you, sir."

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He closes his fingers around the handle and slowly lifts it. He puts his other hand on the counter just to make sure he knows where the surface is he intends to put the kettle down on. He goes about it with steady control, listening and feeling for any sign from her that he was mistaken in his actions. Having an assuring hand following his eliminates any worry though.

"We're putting in extra hours of team building exercises, aren't we Lieutenant?" he jokes.